Seek satori within yourself! Where else?
To call heaven earth makes it earth? To name earth heaven makes it heaven?
The man who's drunk water Knows if it's cool or warm.
He dies, I die - Where can we meet?
However priceless, a piece of gold In the eye is nothing but grit.
Walking is Zen; sitting, too.
A smiling face offers mercy; A troubled mind contains vicious poison.
It rains: the earth wet.
Reach for it, and you'll miss; let it loose, and it'll follow.
Go a thousand miles not moving a foot!
Everything is true just as it is: Why dislike it? Why hate?
Where no Buddha, the Buddha works.
No ugliness in a loved child.
Need fire? Best strike a flint. Water? Dig a well.
Cast away Dharma, Not to mention non-Dharma.
Meeting Sakyamuni, kill him! Meeting Bodhidharma, kill him, too!
Ordinary mind is the Way.
Spring comes: grass grows.
Spring opens a hundred flowers — for whom?
Sitting motionless, nothing happening — Spring coming, grass growing.
One snowflake falling on a burning furnace.
Seeking words, chasing phrases: When do you have time for satori?
Not flattered by praise, not hurt by blame.
No good thought, no evil thought.
Open your mouth— instantly wrong; Move your tongue— against the truth.
All things that exist are like a dream, a phantom, a bubble, a reflection; they are like dew or lightning; thus should you view them.
Merciful words come out of the merciful mouth.
What is the color of the wind? Where does the rain come from?
The Billion Worlds, a bubble on the sea; All Buddhas and Patriarchs, a flash of lightning.
Watch all sentient beings with merciful eyes.
Ten thousand laws end in One : Don't stick to that, either!
With the slightest yes and no, Mind is lost in confusion.
Coming back with satori but everything just as before: Hermit Mountain's drizzle and mist, Crooked River's waves . . .
Never comparable to anything: How can I preach it?
From outside the shoes, to scratch where you itch.
Produce Mind Without attachment to anything.
Worldly passions inseparable from satori.
Once you preach, the point is gone.
One blind man leads many blind men Into the fire hole hand in hand.
Killing or vivifying is in these hands.
Teaching beyond teaching; No leaning on words and letters.
A hungry dog bites a dry bone.
Day after day a very good day: Winds come and trees bow.
Rich food doesn't tempt the man who has eaten.
Heaven, earth, and I: the same root. Everything and I: one thing.
When cold say cold; When hot say hot.
Angry waves: not so dangerous as man's mind.
Much understand, much problem. Little understand, little problem. Complete DON'T KNOW, no problem.
Watch your own steps!
From the origins nothing exists.
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